Monday, April 12, 2010

Old days

Holding on by algo.

Every seconds, minutes, hours you past
every moment, and emotions
everything you say
every little thing you do
they are what you are  made of
peeled aside the reality 
leave nothing, but pain

When the sorrow comes
and you're lack of balance
no one to embrace, no one give a damn
you're crying, behind your sleeves
the restless youth
your, restless youth, been wasted

No turning back
regrets are all over you
only resignation and hope left
give it your all
even when others are starting to step
no hard feeling
no envy

Hold tight, and step forward

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